welcome to @luvmailing's side blog! hiiii! i'm valentine (he/she/it) and this blog is where i'll be putting my fic snippets, wips, and unfinished work. nothing i'm too proud of, nothing all that long or serious, but stuff i'll post for fun anyway.
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#written by val! – fics ‘n hcs i’ve made!
#valentine's rambles – i ramble abt stuff :p
#val's 💭 – fic related ideas or concepts that aren't fleshed out, throwaway posts
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james wesley being a control freak is true in my heart and very obvious,,, but i also think that he wants someone else to give him the permission to call the shots. i think a strange part of him always needs someone giving him the go ahead, needs to be told the directions before making sure that else everything falls into place to make it happen. he isn't really willing to examine why, but he likes being demanded around.
yes, this applies in his relationships and career.
(aka silly half baked thoughts abt jervis + a reader w/ a short fuse. vague allusions of hypnotism at the end cuz. y'know. jervis.)
jervis tetch, when he's more down the rabbit hole than usual, can deal with your temper just fine. he almost finds it amusing in a way — until you get personal, and in that case, he'll find ways to snark back. oh, he's got a temper too — he just happens to keep his under a flimsy facade of courteous and gentlemanly behaviour.
if he does try to go with the route of de-escalation, expect it to be done in a mildly condesending but well-meaning manner. he's more fond of distracting you to disarm you instead of immediately going toe-to-toe with you.
still, there are moments he can't resist prodding just a little. of course, until it grows stale. it's no fun and you're being all mean and nasty and "off with their head!"-ish. no, no, that won't do at all!
surprisingly forgiving if you feel guilty afterwards. more resentful if you're not. play nice or he'll remind you that he's got ways to make you.
now that you have the rest of the world, go see it.
⤷ we went out to the movie theaters and you were brought along. we didn't really like the movie — too much of this, too little of that — but we liked the time we got to spend together in the late hours. i think that was enough to make it better.
you snuck out at some point. managed to fall from the pocket, out to explore the world beyond the life you had. and before you left, maybe you thought you saw everything that was needed to be seen.
you saw prom. you saw graduation. you saw post secondary education and all the effort that goes into it, all those tireless nights for assignments and discussion posts due at 11:59 pm, all those tears shed while studying. and now you're gone.
i wonder what you could be up to now.
(aka a little complilation of things that my sibling's lost red hood figure could be out doing ever since we lost him. we miss you, jason! and they miss you the most.)
✮ you could be exploring the backrooms
i wonder if you liked the movie or thought the same things we did. did you stick around long enough to hear our thoughts? i think you would have laughed along with us. did you also type a scathing letterboxd review when we did? or did you think of it more fondly somehow?
are you there?
the walls might've simply betrayed physics, bending to your body, allowing you step into a stranger life. i wonder if your plastic hands traced the yellowing wallpaper to find the exit again, a way back home — but maybe the thought of returning wasn't on your mind. maybe you wanted go deeper, ready to witness all the things that we failed to.
you're brilliant, i'll tell you that. a real survivalist, given all the things you've gone through. do these liminal spaces look like a new thing to conquer? the endless, cyclical roads of unspoken loneliness and unsettling silence — do they call you? come back to tell us about it someday.
✮ you could be with somebody new
i wonder if a curious child picked you up. whether they know your name or not, i hope that they love you regardless.
your mask tends to betray nothing — you're clever in that way. but maybe, somewhere out there, small hands picked you up carefully, with all the cautious curiosity and affection of an excited stranger.
did new eyes, shining with unspoken promise, look down on you kindly?
you've never been good at lingering in a loving grasp. at least, i'm pretty sure of it. but let this one hold you. you've got places to explore and a new friend to see them with.
✮ you could be laying face down on the pavement
i wonder if we missed you. i wonder if somehow, you're waiting exactly where we left you, wondering when we'll return.
we had suspected the parking lot. and if we suspected right and somehow missed you entirely, i'm sure you've discovered it's hot outside. you're left to the mercy of the cars driving by, to the sweltering heat of the summer sun, to the hard concrete ground—
and i'm sorry if you were abandoned. if we were the ones who left, and not you. i'm sorry that abandonment has become a familiar feeling — but before you think "why weren't you there for me?" like you always do — i want you to know that even if you think we stopped looking, we never stopped missing you.
✮ you could be wandering the suburbs
it's the worst, in case you're somehow unaware. find out for yourself. nothing better to do in this place but leave, jason. i'll tell you that much.
after listening to this song literally The Moment i gained consciousness this morning i've been filled with the urge to write stuff for a fuckboy reader but i don't have the capacity for that messiness right now. unfortunately. i do too much crying and i've softened far too much recently!!!!! sigh.
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anyways i just think he'd love it if his partner also enjoyed his taste in literature,,, like,,,, handing him a copy of one of his personal faves that u read and annotated??? i think he'd rly love that,,,,
i literally need waylon so bad it isn't even funny. caligula is literally on my tbr right now and the urge to pick it up has never been stronger.
bursting into tears mid makeout session is apparently not frequently written for. where my emotionally fucked up x readers at. i'm tryin to see sumn....
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"fuck," you giggle, fully colliding into his side without meaning.
the drinks are catching up with you and your body — all inhibitions in your system melting away, leaving something brighter and bubbly.
...and downright stupid.
you can't help but stare at him. blurred sight be damned: he's still a complete vision. you're tempted to tussle that blond hair. maybe yank it as you pull him into a kiss.
of course, you do neither. instead you blurt,
"when'd you get so pretty and sweet, huh?"
john scoffs, snaking one arm around your waist to stabilize you, not trusting you to stay upright on your own.
"think you've definitely had more than enough, luv."
"mm. nahh..." you decide, leaning into him shamelessly, practically plastering yourself to him. "you're walkin' me home and all that... and after i puked on your shoes? such an angel, johnny."
"now 'm certain you're shitfaced," he says with a laugh. an angel? that, he was the furthest thing from. and yet, the stupid, completely unsober words make a warmth blossom somewhere beneath his ribs. john blames he way you look up at him.
how do you still manage to be nothing short of beautiful while inebriated? he might never know.
but just for tonight, this drunken stumble home makes him feel like he's able to protect the things he loves.
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